He had been following her for a while now, ever since she found out. She didn't see him at first, she just sensed his presence. Then one day, when she woke up, he was there, sitting between her and the TV. Ever since then he had been constantly with her, when she went to the doctor or when she woke up in the night as her cough choked her. No one seemed to react to this wolf following an elderly lady down the busy high street, nobody seemed to see him. And although she knew who he was and why he was with her, he became her companion, she was thankful for his company. She even called him Fred.
Lights exploding the window into colourful prisms, like a caleidoscope of an already distorted view. And then they are gone, with the scream of an accerating engine, calmness and then they re-appear as the next car drive through the toll. But inbetween, when the dark night closes, the other booths, like little lanterns on the motorway, glow with a flourescent light, inside a shadow of a life. Neatly in a row, they never fly off with a prayer, with a dream of a better life, they never get caught in the wind. They stay, holding the prayers firmly on the asphalt.
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